I’ve said this to a number of people, so I might as well say it to you, Dear Readers:
I’ve watched every episode of The CW’s “Ringer,” but if I’d thought there was the slightest chance that the show could be renewed, I’d have quit watching months ago.
That sounds counter-intuitive and I know it doesn’t line up with conventional wisdom about serialized TV from fans who have been burned so frequently that they refuse to tune in to any show without some assurance that it will be moving forward, that questions will be answered and resolution reached.
Nope. I kept watching “Ringer” because I knew The CW would air every episode, but it simultaneously felt like there was little risk of a not-particularly-cheap drama drawing barely over a million viewers would get a second season. I figured that if I could read those signs, the “Ringer” showrunners could read those signs and that, facing the end of the line after 22 episodes, the writers could figure out the story they really wanted to tell, condense it and take viewers to a satisfactory conclusion.
The more fool me.
Tuesday (April 17) night’s “Ringer” finale, tamely titled “I’m the Good Twin,” played as a brazen and irritating plea for a second season from a show that has done nothing, in terms of either quality or ratings, to earn any kind of reprieve from The CW.
I can imagine the show’s fans — there are a couple dozen of them out there — getting stirred up to beg for another season, but that’s only because the finale accomplished almost none of the things it hypothetically could have accomplished. While it left many things unresolved, I’m not sure that the pending issues for an imaginary season two are all that interesting, but that’s all that fans were given.
More after the break…
“Ringer” was a show that never had a clue what it wanted to be for a single second of its 22-episode run. Yes, certain directors or actors might have had the right ideas, but they were perpetually being undermined by the storytelling.